Our hare, NBA, finally took off around 6:30. Hounds were not too eager to follow, considering our host had left a wonderful assortment of premium beer for us to enjoy. The idea of not leaving and just waiting for the hare to return was tossed around, but ultimately shelved. Trail took the pack slightly west, and then north, crossing Central right next to an Asian Massage Parlor that the hare did not warn us we would need money for. After going a bit further north, the winds of trail blew the pack towards the east, where we passed Wesley Hospital, the site of NBA’s recent treatment for her tenacious bladder infection. Despite the fact that it was pretty well dark at this point, the pack still managed to find the BN under the Roosevelt bridge in Sleepy Hollow. After enjoying the leftovers from the WPTB hash, trail took the pack to south, through the swankier areas of College Hill, and ultimately back to NBA’s house. During a relatively uneventful circle, condolences were made to Boathouse Pussy, whose name was rudely left off of the WPTB trash. This ultimately elicited a decree of “group hug” by the GM; which served as a vain attempt to restore what little self-confidence BP may have had in the first place. After the circle, there was a full-on feast fit for hashers! The hare provided more beer, homemade mac n’ cheese, a vegetable tray, and lil’ smokies. There was more beer than necessary for a work night, but with diligence, the dedicated pack worked through most, if not all of it. It was a shitty trail to be sure, but the hare’s hospitality and beer selection more than made up for it.